Chapter 241: She Is the Apple of Ying's Eye

"Ying..."

Nan Qinghuan was somewhat shy, her voice also soft. Ying couldn't wait to carry her to the wooden bed and gently set her down. Just as he was about to kiss her, Nan Qinghuan suddenly frowned and clutched her stomach. "Stop, my stomach hurts."

"Stomach hurts?"

Ying had originally wanted to play around a bit, but when he heard her say her stomach hurt, the lust in his eyes instantly extinguished. He immediately sat up straight and looked at her seriously. "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

Nan Qinghuan had felt like throwing up all day. "I feel terrible, I can't eat anything."

Seeing those raw seafood made her churn and heave with discomfort.

When Ying heard this, he was first stunned, then overjoyed. "Huaner, are you carrying a cub?"

Nan Qinghuan: "..."

"Cub?"

She was a bit dazed.

Ying was very happy. "Do you feel like throwing up?"

He had seen the women in the tribe when they were pregnant—they also couldn't eat and wanted to vomit. Could it be... Just as Nan Qinghuan was about to say something, Ying suddenly lifted her up happily and spun her around. "Haha, I'm going to be a father, I'm going to be a father! I have a cub, I have a cub with Qinghuan!"

He was as happy as if he had obtained the whole world.

Nan Qinghuan was dizzy from his spinning and quickly grabbed his neck. "Hey, put me down! Who told you I'm pregnant?"

Only then did Ying carefully set her down, then reached out to stroke her flat belly. He half-knelt beside her like a devout warrior, his eyes full of sharp light. "I've seen women in the tribe like this before, and later they had cubs. You must be..."

"No, Ying. I'm a female doctor. I know my own body's condition. I'm not pregnant. It must be that the smell of shrimp and crab is too fishy, making me uncomfortable."

"No?"

Hearing this, Ying was very disappointed, but he quickly let it go. Although it was a false alarm, he wasn't discouraged. He still had to work hard.

He firmly grasped her small hand, as if taking an oath. "Tomorrow I'll take you away. We'll go back to the tribe and eat meat, and you'll be fine."

"But here..."

"Youchao Xuan has put down the rebellion, and you've solved their problems here. Qinghuan, it's time for us to go home. A Mu is waiting for us at home."

"Okay."

Perhaps she was too tired. Nan Qinghuan was uncomfortable, and Ying, pitying her, didn't move around recklessly. He just held her as she slept. After she fell asleep in his arms, Ying gently laid her on the bed and even covered her with some beast skins. After doing this, he bent slightly and kissed her forehead.

"Sleep. I'm here."

Nan Qinghuan's originally furrowed brow gradually relaxed. Seeing her sleeping so sweetly, a doting smile curled at the corner of Ying's mouth. Then he strode out, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

Outside, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

He could hear the sound of waves crashing against the sea. This was the third time Ying had seen the ocean—as azure and clear as Qinghuan's eyes.

Not far away on the beach, a bonfire blazed, and a shrill voice came from it. It was Youchao Xuan dealing with a traitor.

"Burn him! Burn him!"

On the beach, all the tribespeople were watching the traitor's fate.

Youchao Xuan, as the Clan Leader, had silver hair flying in the night wind. His blue eyes were full of sharpness. "Ashina, do you know your crime?"

The man called Ashina was the mastermind who had instructed Abai to assassinate Nan Qinghuan. He was bound and about to be pushed into the fire pit. Hearing Youchao Xuan's words, he snorted coldly. "Youchao Xuan, don't think that inviting the Heavenly Maiden can change anything. This place is doomed. You'll all die. The Sea Witch will curse you and turn every one of you into corpses."

"Ashina, shut up! You want to harm the Heavenly Maiden and are still spreading heresy here! Youchao Xuan, burn him!"

Youchao Ji was very angry. If Ying hadn't arrived in time, the Heavenly Maiden's life might have been lost. Then, if Ying held them accountable, not only would they be punished, but the entire tribe would be buried with her.

She and Youchao Xuan both knew that the Heavenly Maiden was the apple of Ying's eye—untouchable!

"Men, burn Ashina! Let everyone in the tribe hear: whoever dares to be loyal to A Baita is opposing our Youchao Tribe. The Sea Witch will not spare him."

As soon as these words were spoken, the tribespeople prepared to push the man called Ashina into the fire to be burned alive. Suddenly, Ying's voice came from behind.

"Let me do it."

Everyone looked back. Under the moonlight, Ying stood there with his hands behind his back, his black hair dancing in the wind. His appearance made the crowd immediately part to make way.

"Chief Ying is here."

"Ying, why are you here?"

Ying's gaze was sharp and merciless. He strode forward with great presence. None of the tribespeople were as tall as him. Standing before Ashina, Ashina looked like a clown.

Short and pitiful.

Ying stared at him, his gaze like that of a predator watching its dying prey. "How dare you try to kill Qinghuan? Youchao Xuan, although this is your tribe's internal affair and I shouldn't interfere, this man wanted to kill Qinghuan. I will kill him with my own hands."

Hearing this, Ashina sneered. "Kill me, and A Baita's curse will still exist. You'll all die. This place will become the sea tomorrow. Haha, the Youchao Tribe will be destroyed, will be destroyed!"

"How dare you! So bold! Even now you refuse to repent! Ying, I hand him over to you. You deal with him."

"Fine. I'll cut off his head and throw it into the sea. Let's see if A Baita's curse comes true."

Ying was about to take out the stone axe at his waist to act, but Youchao Ji handed him a sharper iron tool. "Ying, use this."

It was a very sharp iron tool, much better than his stone axe. He gently stroked the sharp patterns on it. He had seen this kind of weapon before, at Yao Na's place, but Yao Na's wasn't as good as this one.

"Did you make these?"

"That's right, Ying. Use this. One chop and you can cut off his head."

Ying was very interested in that iron knife, but he wanted to use the stone axe to kill the man.

"No. Cutting off a head with a stone axe will make him die more painfully."

Boom!

It had to be said, this Ying was quite malicious. He wanted the man to die in agony. Cutting it off with one chop would be letting him off easy, wouldn't it? Everyone stared at Chief Ying in shock. That was it—Ashina was dead for sure.

Hearing that a stone axe would be used to cut off his head, Ashina was a bit scared and tried to escape. "No, no!"

Before he could break free, Ying kicked him to the ground with his long leg. Then, he leaped up, pinned Ashina down, pressed his head down with his arm, and swung the stone axe hard at Ashina's neck.

With a crack, his force was so great that the sound of brittle bones breaking could be heard.

"Ah!"

A burst of screams came. Blood immediately gushed from the back of Ashina's neck, but the blow didn't sever it. He suffered the piercing pain in agony. Ying kept swinging the stone axe, hacking away. Under the gushing blood, Ying grew excited at the sight. His hands didn't stop, and soon they were covered in blood.

That Ashina, cut amid sheer terror, breathed his last!

Everyone who saw the scene inhaled a cold gasp and stepped back; they were all terrified by Ying's brutality. This chieftain's killing is truly… frightening.

Even Youchao Ji was terrified, standing frozen. Their clan rarely hunts and seldom witnesses such bloodshed, and they never imagined that Ying could treat people so cruelly.

She had thought a single slash would sever Ashina's head, but Ying insisted on torturing him.

This chieftain can't be provoked.

Soon, after seeing Ashina dead, Ying lost interest. Blood covered his face and his hands; after chopping off the neck, he lifted Ashina's head and gave the crowd a cold stare, his eyes filled with blood‑lust.

With a bang, he tossed the head into the raging Bonfire as if discarding trash; instantly the head ignited, and a sharp, pungent smell of hair spread far.

He seemed to be clearing the gates for Youchao Xuan, also warning the remaining traitors loyal to A Baita; his sharp gaze swept the crowd, "Anyone still thinking of rebelling, this is your fate."